Camping Classics

This time last week, 13 young ex-pats and I were crammed into a matatu, a white, VW-van-sized vehicle, headed for Lake Naivasha and the Rift Valley Music festival. What should have been a 2-hour road trip turned into a grueling 6-hour quest for campground and quiet. Recipe for disgruntled youths? Not in the slightest! When we finally pulled up in the van to the field where we'd be camping, we were thrilled to have some fresh air and quiet. Well, as quiet it can be with a music festival going on next door till 6AM. We set up camp around midnight (thank you Mom and Dad for years of camping experience that prepared me for the all-important task of setting up a tent) and fell into beds exhausted. Rebecca, my roommate and co-worker and compatriot PiAf fellow, and I shared a one-person tent and one sleeping bag. Why? Why for the thrill of traveling challenges of course! In actuality, I didn't happen drag a tent 10,000 miles and she didn't happen to haul a sleeping bag. Lucky thing we did think to pack a generous box of PB&Js before leaving our apartment though... we were set for the weekend with this classic camping culinary staple (see photo above).